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The white spell of the tub.
Your lean ballerina foot
clean as the winter Bolshoi,
the water’s fevrille glass surface,
anise-scented goldenrod,
oatmeal soap. Your breasts
float weightless as a cosmonaut
and the gargoyle moon breathes
into my mouth.

You are the master of romantic atmosphere....I love everything but the reference to the gargoyle moon...I am missing the reference. I love "breasts float weightless as a cosmonaut"....a gem. Maybe end with this image?

or maybe...?

We kiss, my heart bumping
against your chest.
Your breasts float weightless
as a cosmonaut

Such lovely lines! A young person on reading them might decide on the spot to become a poet the way I imagine the young J.S. Bach decided on his life's course on hearing an organ for the first time

The white spell of the tub.
Your lean ballerina foot
clean as the winter Bolshoi,
the water’s fevrille glass surface,
anise-scented goldenrod,
oatmeal soap. Your breasts
float weightless as a cosmonaut

Again, with such brevity.Only you can put the Bolshoi, gargoyles and Russian cosmonauts together. It makes me think of Kremlin, second on only to Taj Mahal in beauty. I am swept away by this. Ephemeral, nostalgic,spiritual.

My second nom